Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1185

“Write your acceptance speech.” Harlene pumped her fist in the air, her eyes shining with excitement. “It has to be the best, the boldest, the kind of speech that leaves everyone stunned. When you’re up there holding that trophy, you’re going to give them a taste of their own medicine.”

Emmy couldn’t help but laugh at Harlene’s enthusiasm. “Alright, alright.” She set her water glass down, moved to the desk, and opened her laptop.

The truth was, Emmy wasn’t actually clueless about Smart Health. Back when she was upgrading Sync’s core architecture, she’d made a point to study Smart Health from top to bottom. She wanted to know her competition. But the more she learned, the stranger it felt. So much of Smart Health’s logic, even the tiniest coding habits, reminded her of her own early work. It was almost like… she’d written it herself.

But Emmy never snooped through anyone else’s source code. That was hacker territory, not hers. She chalked it up to a weird coincidence. Maybe sometimes, technology just evolves in the same direction.

She shook her head, brushing away those distracting thoughts. Coincidence or not, Sync 2.0 was her fresh start, her comeback. When it came to tech, she knew she could outdo Smart Health.

Taking a deep breath, Emmy’s focus sharpened. If she was going to win, she’d make it count. This wasn’t just about Sync. It was about Starlight Corporation, and about proving herself.

…

Night had settled in. Winter in New York was brutal, the wind biting through the city. Heavy snow had started falling, blanketing everything in white and muting the city’s usual buzz.

A black stretch limo glided across the snowy street and pulled up at the Hilton. The door opened, and a tall figure stepped out. He wore a black cashmere coat, the collar turned up to shield half his face, but the sharp lines of his eyes and brow were unmistakable—deep, cold, and commanding. James.

His assistant, Keaton, hurried over, umbrella in hand, and spoke in a hushed voice. “Mr. Nelson, I confirmed it. Mrs. Nelson is upstairs, sharing a room with Miss Harlene from her team.” Keaton glanced at his boss, a little nervous. “I moved your suite to a room near hers. Should I let her know you’ve arrived?”

“Emmy! Emmy!”

She burst inside, startling Emmy at her laptop. “What happened? Did you see a ghost?”

“No! I saw a god. A male god.” Harlene collapsed onto the bed and grabbed Emmy’s arm, practically vibrating with excitement. “Just now, in the hallway. There’s a ridiculously hot guy staying on our floor. I swear, he doesn’t look like a scientist at all. He looks like one of those mafia bosses from a movie. Or maybe a billionaire CEO who runs the world economy. The way he carries himself, that body… wow. And I think he’s American, like you.”

Emmy just laughed and shook her head. “This floor is full of scientists from different labs. Where would a mafia boss or billionaire CEO even come from? You must be seeing things.”